We stared at each other for a beat, and then we spokeatonce.
"Do you want a drink?" Iasked.
"That dress would look better on the floor,"hesaid.
We laughed, but it was forced. Stiff but not awkward. The air between us was charged, and I heard my breath coming in quick, shallow pants. Ragged, like I couldn't contain myself for even one moreminute.
In two strides he was on me, flattening me against the wall with a hand to my chest. His thumb swept under the neckline of my dress, just over the rise of my breasts. He leaned into me, dragging his mouth up my neck and over my jaw until his lips were pressed to mine. He stayed there, kissing me like he was begging myforgiveness.
And he had it.Hedid.
He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, and nipped just enough to make mesqueal.
"Don't move," he warned. He pulled an envelope from his breast pocket, and then tossed the coat aside. "This is one of several things I intend togiveyou."
Riley handed me the envelope and dropped to his knees. "What's this?" I asked, the words rushing out in a gasp. "What are youdoing?"
Never taking his eyes off mine, he reached under my dress and tugged my panties down. They dropped to my ankles, and he took great care to help me step outofthem.
"Good girl," he murmured, and it was possible that I'd never heard dirtier words in my life. Not spoken to me, not like that. He tipped his head toward the envelope clutched to my chest. "Openit.Read."
But I didn't. I watched as he pushed my dress up, over my hips. He stared at me for a long moment, and my cheeks heated as I felt a rush of wet between my legs. His fingers dipped between my legs, parting me, and the groan that rumbled up from his chest said all the things I'd wanted to hear. That he was as starved for me as I him, that he loved the way my body responded to him. That it was me he wanted to be with tonight. Nooneelse.
"I didn't do this last weekend," he said, his words loaded with regret. "Probably because I knew that I'd lose my mind the minute I got my mouth on you." He glanced up at me as he pointed to his trousers. "If I come in my pants right now, it's your fault.Understand?"
Then he wrapped an arm around my thighs and leaned forward, mouth open and intent clear. His tongue slid over my skin, and everything inside me loosened and tightened, all at once. Two fingers pushed inside, filling me where I felt hollow. His lips and tongue worked a jerky spasm from my hips, and I started with the garbled plea-moans. I wanted to say something naughty, a little deviant, but words were lost to me when he worked my clit in concert with the fingersinsideme.
My hand landed on his head and I fisted his dark strands while I murmuredOh my godandPlease, please, pleaseuntil they were nothing more than stuttered syllables against the sounds of skinandsex.
This wasn't a quick round of clit-licking foreplay. This was full-tilt pussy-eating, raw and primal and fucking amazing. It was almost too much to bear, and I was torn between wanting to feel my orgasm unravel right now and making this lastforever.
"Riley," I said withasigh.
"Read it," he growled. "I won't let you come until youreadit."
I'd forgotten about the envelope. That, and the rest of the universe beyond those tender spots between my legs where Riley's tongue and fingers were replacing my ability to think rationally with lust-drunkdesire.
"You're close. You're right there," he said as hestilled.
My center throbbed, wanting him to soothe the ache he'd created. I was uncomfortable like this, swollen and needy. I wanted more. Sucking, biting, stroking, something. Anything to ease this tension. I rocked against him, wanton, and forced a small spark ofrelief.
Riley laughed at my desperation. "Do as you're told and I'll give you whatyouwant."
"This is just ridiculous," I muttered, tearing into the envelope. "I'm going to make you read a medical journal the next time I suck your—oh. Wait a second. What is this?" I flipped through the pages, blinking fast to gain my focus. "Why am I reading your labreport?"
"Because I don't have hepatitis," he replied. "Healthy as a horse and hung likeone,too."
Riley's teeth closed around my slick skin, gentle but sharp enough for me to feel those sensations everywhere. Before this night, I never would've guessed that I wanted someone biting my pussy but I never would've guessed I wanted a man like Riley either. And it was a surprise. From the start, I'd believed he was all wrong for me. That we were wrong for eachother.
But this…this wasn'twrong.
So I had to read the damn report. With a hand fisted in his hair, I pushed him away. Rather, Itriedpushing him away. "Stop it," I chided. "I can't comprehend blood chemistries while you'redoingthat."
"If that's what you want," he replied. "But you were trying to fuck my face asecondago."
Riley eased away again, leaving tiny kisses and bites along my mound. As if that was any less distracting. "Acevedo ordered this workup," Iremarked.
"Yeah, he also did the really fucking horrible thing with the long swab," Riley added. "I won't be speaking to him for severalyears."
